A slow night

Nothing like a little Owen to get you nice and depressed. I know that's why I listen to him. Preston and I actually had a discussion about this earlier, how we sometimes (much more often than is probably healthy) desire to become depressed by a particular song or artist, as is the case at the moment. Still, I have to to respect the music; lyrics are great, creative guitar riffs (I'm no expert on the latter by any means; sound good to me though), etc.

Tomorrow is the day of the "Big Game" between those ol' Eagles and Apex. A bit odd that Apex has to travel all of ten minutes to get to the game. Oh well, I think we'll be able to handle them despite this. But if not, hey, it is high school basketball, it doesn't mean all that much. College, on the other hand, well, that's worth skipping school for (and the pep rally for the high school game as well), as I did today. Yep, but it was only an ACC Tourney game, an event that I really wish the Heels didn't even partake in. Oh well, twas a good excuse to down the aptly-named "BFW" (Burger, Fries, Wings) at Boardwalk Billy's.